Chapter 2

Dan busted through the door, causing Sinead to hammer her hand instead of the nail. She dropped the hammer and grabbed her hand.

"Why are you busting in like that?" she yelled. "I think you made me break my hand!"

"Aw, poor baby," Dan said breathlessly. "Marlo fell down the stairs and now she's unconsious. Amy wants to know if you can fix her or something like that?"

"Who's Marlo?" Ian asked at the top of the steps. "Isn't she Amy's friend?"

"Duh!" Sinead said. She looked back at Dan. "Where are they?"

"They should be here any minute now. They drove; I ran."

Hamilton, Jonah, and Evan walked out of the Command Center.

"Whoa, Amy fell down he stairs?" Evan asked.

"No," Sinead said, "Marlo did."

"She OK?"

"Dan said she was unconsious."

"That sucks."

"So do you," Ian mumbled.

"Hm?"

"Oh, nothing," Ian said, looking inocent.

"Uh-huh," Evan said, rolling his eyes.

"Sleep with one eye open," Ian hissed.

Evan took a step away from Ian, causing Ian to smile.

The door opened and in walked a confused Marlo, a thinking Amy, an annoyed Lesley, and an I-Don't-Know-What's-Going-On Patrick.

"What are you talking about?" Marlo asked. "And why do you kept calling me "Marlo"?"

"Because that's your name!" Lesley said. "Marlo Elease Channing!"

Marlo gave her Yea-You're-Nuts look. "Look, I don't know who you are, or what you want, but will someone tell me what's going on?"

"Oh my God," Sinead said in pure shock. "She has amnesia."

Marlo looked at her. "Huh?"

"Amy, what happened?" Sinead asked, getting Marlo an ice pack from the kitchen.

"Marlo was texting and she tripped and fell down the steps," Amy said. "Dang it; I forgot to get her phone!"

A lightbulb in Sinead's head turned on. "Maybe something in her phone will bring back some sort of memory and trigger something!"

"I'll go!" Patrick offered. He walked out the door, keys and hand, to go get Marlo's phone.

"Here," Sinead said, handing the ice pack to Marlo. "What's the last thing you remember?"

Marlo thought for a second, but she just shook her head. "Nothing."

"This is going to be harder than I thought," Sinead muttered. She put on her thinking face. "There's not much we can do until we get the phone; and that's only if that works. Sometimes amesia isn't easy to get rid of, depending on how hard the hit was and how many times."

"Fifteen," Amy blurted. "She hit her head fifteen times; one on each step."

Sinead rubbed her head. "This is not good."

Marlo looked like a lost puppy, except with blue hair. "Why?"

Sinead forced a smile. "Don't worry; we'll get your memory back."

Marlo didn't smile back. "You don't have to force a smile. I might not remember anything, but I'm not stupid."

Amy and Lesley looked at each other.

"You ok?" Lesley asked.

Marlo's tone changed into a cheerful but still confused tone. "Yea, I think. Are you ok?"

*A/N: Hmmmm =) yes, yes indead; this is a brilliant plan! MWHAHAHA! R&R please! =)